The roommate

Tory levvington needs a roommate. Not because she needs one, but because she's bored of being alone. When she finally finds the right roommate, things don't go as expected...
"Tory." he whispered in my ear. Shivers falling down my back.
"I...I can't do this." I shuddered.
"But, Tory." he groaned as he slid his hands across my stomach.
"Please. I don't want to..." I let out a moan as he sucked on my ear.
"James..." I sighed as I melted into his hold.
"I knew you couldn't resist me." he cooed.
"Shut it." I said and spun around, placing my chest against his, and kissed him hard.

4. The laundry pile

I went into the kitchen and leaned my crutches against the counter. I reached up to grab the cereal but was too short. Damn stubby body.

I dragged on of the island chairs and climbed up. I opened the cubbord and set it down just as James came in.

"What are you wearing?" I laughed as I climbed down and moved the chair away. James was dressed in a baby blue dress shirt with black pants.

"Im going over to my dads. Don't judge me." he laughed too. "I was going to tell you to just use my card to order in. Maybe invite a friend over or something. Bash has been wanting to hang out with you." he informed me.

"I don't have bashs number." I said.

"Ill write it down. Just... Don't die." he sighed as he knelled down to tie his shoe.

"Ill be back around midnight." he said. I saluted him and pulled down a bowl.

"Finally. Some me time."

I poured the cereal and milk and wanted to go into the living-room until I realized I couldn't. I sadly set down my bowl and tucked my crutches under my arms.

I held the bowl in one hand as I used the other to direct the crutches and keep me upright.

I plopped onto the couch and pulled the spoon up to my lips right as the door opened.